At the Port Authority thousands of travelers stream in and out of the terminal as buses board and depart with passengers. Despite being early, the air is muggy and hangs heavy in the busy station. At the end of a line of passengers Mechteld and Marquita wait. Mechteld is again over dressed for the hot weather. Long sleeves cover her scarred arms and a ball cap and sunglasses hide her composed face. Marquita clothes are looser and more comfortable than Mechteld’s, but the mix of anxiety and humidity causes sweat to steam out from under her hijab and trail down her face.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUNRI7wFB2S
To Marquita, the air of the Port Authority is a moist toxic mix of sweat and exhaust fumes. Each breath brings her a disgusting wave of dizziness and nausea, which makes her body sways and her hands and knees shake. As more and more passengers enter the terminal Marquita mind becomes increasingly more agitated. The thoughts of thousands of travelers begin to pour into her mind unfiltered, adding to her discomfort. Marquita looks to her side and sees Mechteld standing still, seemingly unbothered by the presence of so many people.
Doubtful thoughts begin to enter Marquita’s mind. Deep down she knows that if she gets on the bus with Mechteld she will be saying good-bye to the only life she’s known. Leaving New York meant Corona and her parents will be gone and if she were now immortal, they would become a distant memory to her. The thought makes her heart ache and eyes water. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to leave her old life and she certainly wasn’t ready to begin a new one with a stranger.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdsSNGzPcVl
“If you’re going to escape this, now is the time. This is the place. If you get on that bus it will only become harder.” Marquita thinks.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk27UYLx4sT
But, she knows that Mechteld won’t willingly let her leave. She had only seen a small fragment of her mind, but the glimpse she had was violent. And she can’t deny the desire to possess what Mechteld has. The power to be in control. The ability to not be powerless against herself.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvDjCEtJCZT
“If I only had more time. I need more time to think. I still don’t really know who Mechteld is or why this is happening.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4A9CabTu9L
As more people join the lines, her mind becomes more disoriented. She struggles to focus on her own thoughts as she hears the inner dialogues of those around her. The one thought that comes through is how can she stop Mechteld from taking her away? Mechteld didn’t seem like the type of person who was scared of anything. Marquita watches the woman beside, who seems relaxed, but notices that behind her sunglasses she is watching every person and action around her. Marquita looks at the long sleeves of the thin hoodie that hides her disfigured skin.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJPxBzO5NGv
“Lesson two: never draw attention to yourself. She doesn’t like to be seen. Is that what she fears?” Marquita wonders.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcNXrjQUS5Q
She then asks herself, “Why don’t you scream? Draw attention to yourself. If you scream you can go home.” She tries to force herself to breath deep and find the courage to run, cry out or even look at someone but instead feels powerless. To her, it feels like a dream and she’s trying to run from a monster on paralyzed legs. She begs herself, “Don’t do this. Don’t allow her to take you.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡF89xVwWxvR
Finally Marquita sobs out loud to Mechteld, “I can’t do this.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnLRn1HCzWs
Mechteld leans in and whispers in a voice both forceful and encouraging, “You can do this, just take a deep breath.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HE26EHfah
Marquita tries to breath deep, but is only met with resistance from her own body. Her eyes water more as she feels pain start to spread through her chest. Marquita chokes on her words as she says, “I can’t breath. Please, I’m going to die if I do this.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK2CwrJr0My
Mechteld looks ahead as she keeps her expression neutral. Out of the side of her mouth she assures Marquita,“You won’t die, you don’t even have to breath.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhjprQ04pyk
Marquita holds her breath, desperate to find relief, but the feeling is unnatural to her. As she strains to keep her lungs full she feels her heart give one painful beat after another.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCpLSTQF2ZR
“You don’t understand what this feels like.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq72P6EBs5d
Mechteld nudges her forward and harshly says, “Believe me, I understand.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡc4wnTL7e9g
As they get closer to the front of the line Mechteld wipes Marquita’s sweaty tearstained face with her sleeve.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5wlMXgJq4B
“Come on, look normal for a few seconds.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhlk3IDQZkX
Marquita can sense Mechteld becoming taut as they approach the front of the line. Her body is still, but her eyes quickly dart from the driver taking tickets, to the bus and then back to Marquita. When they reach the front of the line Mechteld places the large black suitcase to the side by the cargo hole of the bus. She gives the driver a soft smile while keeping her eyes down as she hands him the tickets. The driver holds the tickets as he takes in the two mismatched passengers. Marquita feels a tension in the pause. She begins to shake again, but Mechteld remains calm and still.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyKqOrH06oT
Pointing to Marquita, the driver asks, “Is she going to be okay?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZKbcZwOsVx
Marquita's mind screams, “Do it! Do it now! This will be over!”, but her throat seizes and only a small gasps escapes.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrY31LmUWss
Mechteld nods as she looks up at the windows of the bus, never meeting the driver’s eyes. “Yeah, just a nervous traveler.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTwiL2mrRxG
The driver’s gaze now lingers on Marquita, whose toffee skin was now gray and jaw tightly clenched. Her face was once again wet from sweat beading on her forehead and lip. As he examines Marquita, Mechteld watches the driver. Marquita tries to focus on him too. She wants to discern his thoughts from the numerous voices now screaming in her head, but she can only read the aura surrounding him. She knows his an honest man and empathetic, but suspicious.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRl6b0G4EXU
Trying to meet Mechteld’s eyes, he hands the tickets stubs back and says, “Take the seats by the restroom, just in case.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPpPinWrXjb
Mechteld keeps her eyes averted, nods again and says thank you as she pushes Marquita forward. As they step on to the bus Mechteld grabs the back of Marquita’s shirt and quickly tells her, “Keep your head down. Use your eyes and ears.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXSgWo1KOZ
At the front the aisle Marquita watches the busy riders of the crowded bus. The passengers are mostly older couples going on vacation with a smattering of lone tourists and drifters. Marquita stands frozen as her mind screams, “No. No, No.” She stands until feels a prodding from Mechteld. Slowly she starts to move, holding her arms close to her while dodging elbows and bags. Behind her she can feel Mechteld’s overstuffed rucksack poking her back and moving her forward. Marquita keeps her eyes and the furthest two seats, never looking at the numerous passengers around her.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRaB2BcGypd
The close proximity to the others causes a pressure to build in her chest. Each step forward creates stronger compressions that strangles her lungs. The thoughts from those around her swirl into an incomprehensible clamor of, “When...?”, “What…?”, and “Did I…?” which battle her thoughts of, “What are you doing? Just turn around!”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhc8T8db1X4
Halfway down the aisle she begins to hyperventilate, taking in loud shallow breath. A few fellow passengers turn to look at the wheezing girl. 552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuBnzTsgNMW
Keeping her head down Mechteld hisses through gritted teeth, “Remember lesson two? Don’t attract attention to yourself.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9qmBW0hhTK
Panting, she answers, “I told you I don’t like crowds. There are too many people on this bus. They’re all shouting inside my mind.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFzlDFsrHp6
Mechteld pushes Marquita past peering eyes. “Travel makes people anxious. They’re all thinking about the long journey.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLutkYRm4Uv
In a small exasperated shout Marquita retorts, “Yeah, I know. I hear them all!”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkdly9TZh4O
“Keep your voice down!”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfHOQKwIJrx
Finally the two women reach the back of the bus. Marquita turns to Mechteld with tears streaming down her face and pleads, “Don’t make me do this. I can’t take two days and a half days of this.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDuSkrTbJkP
Mechteld lightly guides Marquita to the window seat and softly assures her, “It’ll calm soon.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCMJI2ArCob
Marquita clasps her hands in front of her, knowing this is her last chance. With wide frantic eyes she begs, “Please, I want to go. Take me somewhere else. I’ll go to Baltimore.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRpZ1FjXbpv
Mechteld sits next to Marquita. She stares back into the girl’s scared eyes and tells her, “Breath deep. Don’t resist it, accept it.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqygglkriWZ
Unsure if Mechteld is referring to her impending panic attack or her thoughts of escape she asks in a painful gulp, “What?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW2U9ub6IGO
Mechteld leans into Marquita and in a low voice commands, “Listen to me. This is part of your training. Stop resisting. The more you resist the worse it will get.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhPqUV67D6C
Marquita shakes her head as she grows paler and paler. She keeps her lips tightly sealed, trying again to hold her breath. More forcefully Mechteld orders, “Stop trying to run away. Breath deep. Let this come to you.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡONhWwsjTlp
Marquita lets go of her breath and looks to Mechteld. “It’s already here.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeoC0yUuDzp
Mechteld keeps her eyes connected with Marquita’s. “Tell me what you feel.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkC0NXNWLAS
“I feel like someone is squeezing my heart. I can’t focus my vision. I think I’m going to be sick.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPyzjJdMDpR
Marquita bends forward, putting her head in her lap. She wraps her trembling hands around her head trying to find relief. Tightly she closes her eyes as her muscles tense and contort her body.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXodr6JwVa4
“Breath deep. You’ll going to feel bad, but it will pass. Don’t resist. Accept. Accepting it is the first step to controlling it.” Mechteld leans forward and whispers, “This will end Marquita.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv83uwf1129
Softly Mechteld reaches out her scarred hands and places them on Marquita’s wrist. Suddenly Marquita’s vision is filled with bright light and her erratic gasping ceases. The feel of hot humid air envelops Marquita and her vision is filled with a vibrant green. A thick jungle of trees, vines and moss now surrounds her. Above her is a canopy of branches and leaves that only allows the brightest rays of light to shine through. Her ears are filled with the songs of birds unfamiliar to her along with hoots, clicks and calls of hidden animals. A white-faced monkey catches her attention as it walks along a low hanging limb. Around her she can hear the sound of ocean waves and taste the salt in the air. Marquita can feel an emotion coursing through her; a feeling of intense happiness that, to her, could only be described as euphoria.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWCJdeIuEmu
She watches the monkey leap from it branch and land near a ripe fig. As it grasps the fruit with its tiny fingers its long black tail coils around the branch for support. To her side she could hear someone calling, “Mechteld, look at this.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡduy0lJDQd4
Before she can turn to the voice, the trees, humidity and euphoria fade until only the beat of the ocean remains. Softly, over the din of the bus Mechteld whispers, “Listen to the sound. Count the waves.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpPuMndYVx8
One by one she counts the tides splashing as a hypnotizing concentration overcomes her. Gradually, the sound of her fellow travelers dissipates until finally the ocean is the only thing she can hear. As the beat continues, the grip on Marquita’s heart loosens and her breaths become deep and regular as a sedate sensation overtakes her.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7yxlHz8GRr
Mechteld removes her hands and Marquita opens her eyes. The voices return and Marquita finds herself sitting up on a now moving bus, merging into traffic. She feels a warm trickle from under her nose, but before she can raise her hand Mechteld givess her a tissue while saying, “Here. Your nose is bleeding.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdQdbZjUVEM
As Marquita presses the tissue to her nose she asks, “How did you know it would pass?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3AnZEGeUUT
She shrugs and impassively answers, “It always does.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnG0IAkSdIF
Marquita sits for a moment listening to the conversations and inner thoughts of the others. She no longer feels an intense anxiety, but her head continues to ache from the thoughts around her. She rubs her temples and she continues to hold the tissue as she leans her head against the seat in front of her. She turns her head away from Mechteld and looks out the window of the bus and feels disappointed. She didn’t run. She didn’t scream. She didn’t do anything.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6OoJ37yyLG
Disheartened, she complains, “I still hear them. They’re still loud.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOGoRVjkjd8
“This is only the first step. Overcoming the anticipation of fear is the beginning. After fully experiencing the attack you can know what to expect and then control it.” Mechteld answers, ignoring Marquita’s displeasure.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoYF5kK0sWL
“That was the most intense it’s ever felt.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9bB9Yi5oct
Marquita lowers the now red tissue and checks her nostrils for blood. Mechteld holds out her hand for the tissue.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp7JPfmb4rf
“This is only a bus ride. Believe me you’ll have worse to come.” She crumples the tissue and buries it in her pocket. “You’re more powerful now. The power will grow as time goes by. That’s why you need to learn control now. You don’t need to make my mistakes.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMoHvgXWgbK
“What mistakes do you make?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBh1PJSNfgt
“Let’s just say there are a lot of mistakes to be made. When you’re young and untrained you’re basically a child, more so in your case I guess.” Mechteld adds, gesturing to Marquita who begins to scowl. “You don’t know the rules and it’s easy to get into trouble. Plus, there are more than a few liars out there. Even when you’re psychic it’s sometimes difficult to know the truth. You can give your trust to the wrong people or allow yourself to be fooled.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOSvuV2HsuL
The two women sit silently as the bus enters a tunnel. Marquita watches Mechteld as she sits completely still, her unshaking hands lightly resting on her lap. She keeps her eyes looking forward as she scans each of the seats ahead of them. Two empty rows separated them from an elderly Chinese couple reading newspapers. Despite the scene Marquita made while boarding, no one seemed concerned with the two women in the back.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPwRgItCE62
“How did you learn all of this? How to calm down?” Marquita asks, breaking the silence.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwkTGjHtReK
“It was taught to me a long time ago.” Mechteld answers, still staring ahead.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkswsUzATdY
“By the person who changed you?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXnt33EefrQ
Mechteld lightly shakes her and answers, “No. It took me over 100 years to find someone who could help me.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTUT7KlZOPx
“The person who changed you didn’t teach you?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSf3QkhYdRc
Mechteld gives a small pause before replying, “He didn’t stick around. When I woke up I was alone. A few hours later he found me and told me to go to a city called Viborg, but he never came for me.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkGVj9vsZHO
Marquita searches her mind trying to remember what Mechteld told her only hours ago. Cautiously she inquires, “But you said that he showed you things and said you could become great if he changed you. Why would he tell you that and then leave?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXqC0V9yrCq
Marquita watches Mechteld fingers twitch slightly. She keeps her eyes averted as she answers, “I guess you’d have to ask him.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk0sohO37nU
The doubtful thoughts enter Marquita’s mind again. She thinks, “She warns you about liars, but she’s the liar. Her story is false. Why would someone come to her as a child and change her as an adult? Why would wait years just to leave? Why would he let her burn? .....Mechteld herself said it’s difficult to know the truth, even for psychics.” Her thoughts race more, “Had anything been true? The jungle and the sound of the ocean felt real, but how can I know for sure? Were the thoughts in Mechteld’s mind merely illusions? Could it have been a scene she created to sooth the panic attack?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5QgrHKhpqI
Marquita then asks Mechteld, “That place…. the jungle and ocean. Is it a memory of yours?”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6EXqy8B4uf
“Yes. Sometimes I go back to it when I need to feel calm.“ Mechteld fingers begin to twitch again, which she relieves by cracking the knuckles of her right hand.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz5UjhNCKWx
Marquita thinks back to the feeling she experienced. For her, the feeling was one of the most intense pleasures she experienced in her life. She thinks hard trying to recapture the sensation: the freedom from anxiety, the weightlessness in her chest, and the uncomplicated bliss. She longs to experience it for just a second more, but now finds it elusive, like trying to remember a dream. Marquita turns to Mechteld who sits stoically.552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZRyAHBhlOE
“The feeling I experienced…it was…beyond happiness.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzhIz4kHpYc
“It is a happy memory, but” Mechtled hesitates before carefully finishing, “…some things aren’t real.”552Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGGCYowoTky
The answer troubles Marquita. Was Mechteld admitting to lying? Why try to fool her? Why was she working so hard take her? Why was she important?
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